Someone told me the other day how I always seem to be at Hope at just the right moment when I come to take pictures in the morning. This morning, the sky was gray during the whole service, but in the minutes before the service, I had actually stood by the labyrinth and waited, knowing that the sun I had seen turning the sky red, would soon break over the buildings. And when it did, I turned and stood in the sunrise. There is nothing more wonderful than that.
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